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harleqvinade:

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❛ all y’need is ta practice jus’ a bit more. in a few more days you’ll be as tough as king shark, y’ll see. ❜ well, they couldn’t say she wasn’t trying to cheer her up. harley moved her gaze to the wounds of the other; they didn’t looked good at all.  ❛ but for now, y’need to take a shower an’ rest. ❜

Holly crinkled her nose. Luck had kept her from meeting King Shark personally, but she’d heard rumors—and seen pictures. Catching Harley’s gaze, her own expression softened; she’d heard rumors about Harley too, but none had mentioned that she had mother-hen tendencies.

“You sound awfully sure about that,” she teased, already moving, gingerly, toward the bathroom. “’m guessing you already ate?” 

holly

Holly murmured her thanks before giving a dry chuckle. “Y’could say that.” She started scrubbing at the scratches, trying to rid them of blood and dirt. “I thought all our recent shenanigans would’ve toughened me up, but apparently not.”

❛ all y’need is ta practice jus’ a bit more. in a few more days you’ll be as tough as king shark, y’ll see. ❜ well, they couldn’t say she wasn’t trying to cheer her up. harley moved her gaze to the wounds of the other; they didn’t looked good at all.  ❛ but for now, y’need to take a shower an’ rest. ❜

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harleqvinade:

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harley looked for one in the cabinet at her side and handed it to the other blonde. ❛ a cat fight? ❜

Holly murmured her thanks before giving a dry chuckle. “Y’could say that.” She started scrubbing at the scratches, trying to rid them of blood and dirt. “I thought all our recent shenanigans would’ve toughened me up, but apparently not.”

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“Way to kill my buzz–or whatever this is.”

Holly scowled at one of the offending scratches and heaved a sigh. “Pass me a wash cloth?” 

harley looked for one in the cabinet at her side and handed it to the other blonde. ❛ a cat fight? ❜

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harleqvinade, continued from here

“Way to kill my buzz--or whatever this is.”

Holly scowled at one of the offending scratches and heaved a sigh. “Pass me a wash cloth?” 

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Holly had found out very quickly that she had a very different temperament than most vigilantes, particularly those in Gotham. While it had only put her at odds with Batman so far, she could tell she’d unnerved some of them. Holly eagerly accepted any help and read her horoscope every day and clung desperately to the hope that the world was beautiful. Whether that made it impossible for her to succeed here, she’d yet to find out.

Holly gave a firm nod to the icon. “I’ll do my best to be one of those people,” she said. “The East End deserves to be protected.” Reaching up to scratch her chin with a gloved finger, she tilted her head. “So um—how will I get these online lectures? Is this one of those ‘I’ll find you’ things?”

Barbara smiles in response. Very few people have responded to her propositions with such uninhibited joy. She takes moment to lick her lips and formulate her thoughts. Barbara doesn’t have a set response for anything other than offended or dismissive. 

“While I may seem more than human, I am going to die one day. And I want to make sure that the right people have the tools to keep Gotham safe. Especially the places that had been abandoned.” 

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Frantic hands pushed at the hangers as Holly scanned each item of clothing. After a minute of searching, Holly plucked a simple black catsuit from its hanger. 

Unlike the actual Catwoman catsuit, this one had no frills to speak of; it was a simple black suit, designed for flexibility and breathability. Holly had never gotten dressed faster, throwing her clothes around haphazardly. Her shirt landed on Monica, who made a startled hiss. 

“Sorry!” Holly said, pulling the suit up. It was a bit long in the legs, but it did fit; she and Selina had similar builds. Now properly dressed, Holly snagged a pair of Selina’s goggles.

Holly strutted back into the kitchen, waving at Steph and Jefferson. Resting her hands on her hips, she grinned. “I’m ready whenever you are!”

       Steph found herself chuckling once again at Holly’s display excitement. “Alright! I’ll wait here with my bagel and the traitor.” 

       Jefferson must have known she was talking about him because he made a weird meowing sound and continued to lick his paw. Steph stuck her tongue out at the small, furry beast before biting on her bagel. She didn’t get Selina to go out with her tonight, but she had a feeling Holly would do just as good.

       Besides, Holly hit Ted once.

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i’ll be back on monday to do my drafts here

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this was cruel 

from Countdown #08

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“Oh no… anyone who would jump in there is insane.”

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Holly went still, aside from her eyebrows raising behind the goggles. If she’d heard that right, then she’d been offered training by Oracle. That definitely beat flying with Hawkgirl.

“I—that’d be—amazing.” She couldn’t help it--a smile spread across her features as she spoke. “Are you sure? I mean, you do a lot around here already.”

Fair enough. Barbara nods at the monitor that holds Holly’s image. She likes the woman’s respect, but more than that she likes Holly’s attitude. The newest Catwoman seems more like a team player. 

So Barbara gets that crazy idea–again. What is it with her and underdogs? 

“How do you feel about a teacher that prefers to gives lectures electronically?”

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Holly grimaced. "Well, you’re not any less important than Batman.” 

But his disapproval hadn’t stopped her.

If Selina weren’t so busy, maybe this wouldn’t have been such a mess. But Holly had to keep it together anyway—the East End depended on it. She squared her shoulders. “I’m definitely willing to learn. Just...having trouble finding teachers, is all. But--I’ll make it work.”

Barbara shrugs lightly–though Holly can’t actually see her and the Oracle icon doesn’t mirror her movements.

“You may be under-trained and under-prepared, but you’re quick on your feet. If you’re willing to learn then you just might make it in that costume.”

“Besides, who am I to tell you what to do?”

Only the most qualified. But it still didn’t give her the right. 

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Random sentence starters

"Did you really just insult Captain America in front of me?"

"So you're a liar and a thief."

"So are you going to kiss me or can I finish this cigarette first?"

"Can I touch your boob?"

"Is it bad that I enjoy infomercials more than I enjoy actual television shows?"

"So your mother is pregnant and it might be my fault."

"You smell like butt."

"Please tell me I'm hearing things and that you're not actually listening to Kidz Bop right now."

"You either owe me a hundred cookies or a really expensive bottle of vodka—your choice."

"What the hell did you just say about my favorite band?"

"Please never call me by my full name ever again."

"Do you prefer to read or watch your porn?"

"I think I need to lose ten pounds."

"Who do you love more, me or your mom?"

"Tell me the dirtiest joke you can think of."

"Were you aware that there is ice cream?"

"That was worth seven thousand dollars and you think 'I'm sorry' is going to make us even?"

"It's not that you're wrong, exactly, you're just extremely not right."

"You shouldn't be trusted with small children, should you?"

"Give me cake or give me death."

"I'm starting an idiot jar. Any time you do or say anything idiotic, you have to put at least a dollar in it—more depending on how stupid the thing that you said or did was."

"Are you actually wearing my underwear right now?"

"I want candy."

"On a scale from, 'I can sometimes make important phone calls without crying' to 'I have a stable job with a steady income, a spouse who loves me, a dog, and two kids who are screwed up minimally at worst' how much of an adult are you?"

"Okay but like, if vampires aren't real, then explain Pluto."

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“--alright, that’s fair.”

“So...can I assume you don’t mind it? Me, I mean.”

“Name, age, and date of birth–I can only assume.” 

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Holly gave a small, wistful smile. “I know you don’t make promises, but that sounds great."

“Oh really?” Her eyes narrowed as she arched a brow. “You’re practically glowing, and I doubt it’s ‘cause of the Alley Kids or my chair spinning technique.”

“I don’t make any promises, but… We’ll get dinner somewhere nice, before that. Sound good?”

         "Does it?”  count on Holly to notice. good girl.  “Hmm. Nothing out of the ordinary…”

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((i scanned a comic on my own just to get more holly icons

totally worth it tho look at her))

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from Catwoman: Secret Files and Origins No. 1

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Holly let out a sigh of relief when Harley put the dead beaver back where it was. Even so, she smiled and nodded along as Harley whispered about whatever offensive comment that Bernie had supposedly delivered.

She could only blink before Harley started tugging her up to the next floor by the wrist. Thankfully, her time as Catwoman had instilled a sense of agility into her, so she didn’t end up tripping and dragging both of them down the stairs.

As soon as Holly laid eyes on the loads of cats and dogs, her whole face lit up and she had to bite back a squeal at the last moment. Rushing forward, she knelt down in front of one of the dogs and started scratching him behind the ear.

“You’d think living with Selina would mean I prefer cats, but—” The fluffy dog stuck out its tongue in an attempt to lick her face, but he was way too short to reach. “I’ve always wanted a dog, ever since I was a little kid.”

Finally slowing down to take in her surroundings, she let out an impressed whistle. “Wow, Ivy went all out on this,” she murmured. “It’s like, paradise for them, I’m sure.”

“See?” Harley said triumphantly, setting Bernie back down with a self-satisfied smile. “She’s not gonna be a bother! Holly’s a doll, don’t even worry ‘bout it.”

“Believe it when I see it, sweetcheeks. Just don’t be cuttin’ in on my beauty sleep.”

Harley turned back to eye Holly apologetically, stage-whispering a quick “Sorry about him,” as if Holly would have heard that comment. But she moved on quickly, beaming as Holly asked about her pets.

“Aw, yeah, I got loads of ‘em!” she exclaimed, bouncing forward to grab her guest’s wrist and tug her toward the door, practically hauling her up the staircase. “They live up on th’next floor, keeps the mess contained, Pam spruced it up for me, it’s real nice–”

And without further preamble or warning, Harley threw open the door to the pets’ floor of the house, calling out a bright, loud, “Babies! Mommy’s home!”

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Holly frowned, gaze fixed on Damian’s fingers. “Hey,” she murmured, glancing back up at his face with a soft expression. “It’s okay if you don’t remember.” The more she communicated with Damian, the more she was convinced that she wouldn’t be too happy when she finished the puzzle. Or rather, if.

“Oh, jeez, last I counted, it was thirteen,” she said, stifling a chuckle with her fist. “Jefferson’s my favorite ‘cause he’s pretty with that silver fur of his. But they’re all great—really cute and it’s almost scary how well-behaved they are. A bit rough around the edges, but so’s their mommy, so it works.”  

Damian nodded slowly, deciding not to expand. How did you tell someone you couldn’t remember anything except the sensation of drowning without actually dying? The thought made him shudder as he gripped his sketchbook even tighter, until he felt the rings of the binding dig into his fingers. The dull pain grounded him in the moment.

He glanced up at her, curiosity suddenly igniting in his expression. He tilted his head before pressing his pencil to the scratch paper.

‘How many? Tell me about them.’